Draco's Pov
Her screams of pain were nearly impossible to ignore, but I knew I couldn't interfere. Thunder rumbled outside, and I watched her curl into herself, whimpering.
My teeth clenched as I fought the instinct that rode me hard to rush to her side and help her. It was pounding inside my chest, demanding that I go to her, wrap my arms around her, and whisper soothing words in her ear until she felt better, but this wasn't the time.
Fey needed to do this on her own.
There was nothing I could do to help her.
She screamed again as lightning flashed across the sky and lit the room. Her arms started to bend at odd angles, and her voice grew lower, scratchier in her throat.
For a few moments, she was quiet. I thought it might be over that something might have gone wrong, but then, as quickly as the silence came, it was gone. Her arm snapped backward, breaking itself, and she screamed something primal.
My hands balled into fists, and I pushed myself against the wall. I had seen many wizards and even a few witches tortured and beaten, and never had I wished to step in.
As Fey withered on the ground, shrieking and crying, I felt an overwhelming urge to go to her and take her pain away. I would have snapped their neck already if someone had been there, but this was no foe. It was magic.
Magic she wanted. If I tried to stop it, she would kill me.
My eyes never left her as her bones continued contorting and breaking. Her body grew and shrank in size until it eventually decided it wanted to become smaller.
The oddest things started to happen to her body as the transformation took hold. Her legs and arms began to break and shrink in size until they were gone. Her torso thinned out, and her hair faded as shining black scales replaced her skin.
Her voice faded from a scream to a growl until, eventually, there was nothing at all. Her body had stopped moving, curled in on itself tightly coiled where she had once laid in agony was now the most terrifyingly beautiful black snake.
"Fey?" I asked, stepping closer.
I moved slowly and stopped when she started to twist and turn her head to find me, her eyes still closed as she wobbled without arms.
"Fey?" I called for her again, standing perfectly still.
Her head snapped in my direction, and her tongue flickered out in my direction as her eyes opened, revealing the most stunning mossy green eyes with the dangerous snake's pupil watching me.
She looked me over, and I stood perfectly still, trying not to frighten her.
I must have failed because she struck out, launching herself at me.
Her snake body must have been five feet long and well-muscled because as she wrapped around my torso, I could feel her squeezing me tightly, but she didn't bite. She didn't constrict. It seemed like she was cuddling.
"Darling?"
She hissed softly and moved over my back under my shirt until her head rested on my shoulder. The weight of her was light but odd.
Letting myself relax, I pet her scales and felt her rumble under my palm.
"Do you like that?"
Her head moved up and down near mine. At least she can communicate somewhat. She moved around my arm, and as she did so, I saw unusual markings breaking up her deep black scales. The same scars that littered her belly and thighs marked her in this form, creating a beautiful pattern of white scales between the black.
Her head nuzzled into my hand, and I held her. She was too long to fit on my arm, but she tried and did just fine so I could see her new face.
"You are damn beautiful as a snake, sweetheart."
Her tongue flickered out.
A knock shook us from our moment, and Fey slithered back up my arm until she was wrapped around my middle again, hiding.
"I'll see who it is, darling," buttoning up my shirt, I strode toward the door and pulled it open.
Mattheo stood outside the door with Blaise.
I opened the door and leaned against the frame, careful not to crush Fey, who was under my shirt, "What are you doing here?" I asked them, trying to hide my grin.
Blaise raised a brow, silent as always, as Mettheo cocked his head, "Where's Fey?"
"She's around," I told him, shrugging. I felt Fey squeeze me.
Mattheo narrowed his eyes before pushing his way in. Blaise followed him, and they went straight for her room, stopping dead in her doorway when they noticed the destruction. The furniture and bed sheets were strewn about everywhere, looking like we had gotten into a fight.
They turned on me, raising their wands.
Calmly, I closed the door and walked past them into her room.
"What did you do, Draco?" Blaise asked, his voice even.
"I didn't do anything," I sat on the bed and grinned, waving my hand at the mess, "This was all Fey."
"Fucking hell it was," Mattheo growled, pointing his wand at my chest.
Having had enough of the arguing and hiding, Fey squeezed my chest once more before poking her head up through the collar of my shirt and pushing her body out. I caught her and helped her onto my lap, where she could rest as they watched.
"What the hell?"
"Good girl," I whispered to Fey, stroking her scales.
Her eyes closed, and she pressed her head into my hand before turning to face the other two. She lowered her body to the ground and, in a true snake-like fashion, quickly slithered across the floor at them until she was wrapping around Mattheo's leg and working her way up his body.
"Draco, get your fucking snake off me," he yelled, trying to pry Fey off his body, but it was useless. She held on tightly, using her lean body to squeeze and grip his limbs as she climbed.
I rolled my eyes, "Wow, I thought you'd be much happier to see your girlfriend," Fey stopped, wrapped around Mattheo's neck, and watched me, her tongue flicking out, "You heard me, princess, so don't give me that look."
I had no idea what look it was, but I could feel the curiosity and tension rolling off the snake at my declaration of their relationship status.
Wanting to push my luck, I nodded toward Blaise, who watched her, "Better say hi to your other boyfriend before he gets jealous too."
She looked between us, her eyes flicking between Blaise and me, alight with curiosity, before reaching her body over the gap between him and Mattheo and wrapping her around his neck.
She settled there, with her tail hanging down toward his waist.
"Why did you call the snake my girlfriend?" Mattheo asked, confused and slightly concerned.
I sighed.
He was dense as a fucking rock, but Blaise wasn't. He was already starting to put the pieces together. His eyes took in the room, the storm, and the snake before his hand started to stroke her scales, "Fey?" he asked softly.
Mattheo frowned, "Why did you call the snake Fey?"
Blaise shot him a look and took his hand, placing it on her scales. Mattheo pet down her spine, and slowly, a light flickered behind his eyes, "Oh, OH! Pretty girl, is that you?" he asked in awe.
Fey leaned into them momentarily before letting herself fall to the floor with a thump. She coiled into a ball again, and slowly, as we watched, her body changed back into the woman we knew again, except she was very naked.
Mattheo whistled low and long, "Damn, Little Fox. I like this. Will you always come back to us naked?"
She shook her head and rolled her eyes, "Definitely not. I transformed naked..." She blushed as I handed her a blanket, "I won't be next time."
Blaise looked at me, "It wouldn't be so bad if you were."
Fey looked at him as if he had three heads, but Mattheo and I burst out laughing. Blaise may be quiet, but he was a perverted fucker, and she was his type.
The fact he hadn't taken his eyes off of her side it all. He wanted her in every way, just like the rest of us did.
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Fey's Pov
His eyes were boring into the blanket I held tightly around me as if he could will it away if he stared at it long enough.
This was a side of Blaise I hadn't seen before. It was alluring and dangerous.
I played it safe and rolled my eyes, "Alright, you three, out."
Mattheo pouted and tugged me closer to him with the edge of the blanket, "Don't be that way, darling," he leaned close and kissed my cheek, "Blaise was just saying what we were all thinking."
"I have to get dressed, Matty."
He groaned, "Do you have to? We could stay here all day? Just the four of us," he smirked, "Or if you'd like just the two of us, we could kick them out instead."
"Out," I told him more firmly, my face flushing, "All of you," I added when he grinned.
He frowned and was pulled by Blaise out of the room. They left me alone, and finally, I was able to process. Excitement filled me, and I laughed.
I was an animagus.
A snake.
Very fitting considering my house.
Dressing slowly into my uniform again, I contemplated trying to shift again. As I slipped on my shoes and flicked my wand to straighten my room out, I decided I would.
Standing before my bed, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Focused on my inner snake, I started to hear the second heartbeat within my chest and felt the snake begin to stir within my chest.
The presence was lingering under the surface like fish under the clear water of a pond. I took hold of the feeling and tugged at it. A tingling started in my fingers and toes before shifting up my limbs to my joints. Eventually, my entire body felt alive, as if stroked by a feather, as I was being pulled inward and the animal was being pushed forward to the surface.
When the sensations stopped, I opened my eyes and found myself level with the foot of my bed. Chin to the floor, I pushed myself forward and felt all the muscles roll within my second body. I enjoyed the sensation of the wood floor against my scales, and as I moved, I felt myself becoming giddy. I had really done it. I had transformed and become an animal. I had transfigured myself.
"Fuck yes," I tried to shout, but it came out a long hiss.
A knock sounded, and I froze under the bed, listening. I flicked my tongue and tasted the vaguest scent of Blaise on the other side of the door.
Shit, I still needed to go to class.
Disappointed, I slithered my way out from under my bed, and when I was resting at the foot of my bed again, I focused on my human half and pulled her forward.
The feather-light touch traced over every scale, and a few moments later, when I opened my eyes again, I was crouched, fully dressed on the floor. I stretched and stood, opening the door. I smiled at Blaise, "I'm ready to go."
Swinging my bag over my shoulder, I walked with them through the common room, running into Pansy, who hooked her arm with mine and walked with us to Astronomy.
"Tonight, you're coming to my room," Pansy told me, grinning as we entered class.
Sitting next to her, I laughed, "I am? I had no idea."
She smacked my arm, "We haven't had a chance to have a girls' night yet."
She was right. With everything that had gone on, we hadn't had a chance to spend time just us girls.
"Alright, just us tonight."
Pansy threw her arms around me, "Wonderful! After dinner, you can grab some clothes, and I'll have a house elf get us some snacks. We'll have a proper girls' night!"
For the rest of the class, we whispered about what we would do and how late we would stay up. The boys shot us looks, and we giggled harder every time.
After lunch and Transfiguration with McGonagall, we packed our bags and went to dinner giddy and ready for the day to be over. Pansy insisted we not tell any of the boys what we were up to and let them stew over our giggles in class. They shot us dirty looks and whispered to themselves, occasionally sending one of them over here to chat and try to ask us what we were up to.
We played innocent, simply telling them that we were talking about classwork. Their glares grew harder, and their whispers fiercer. At dinner, they sat next to us, and we continued our little game, leaning into each other, whispering about nonsense and giggling as they watched us. They tried too hard to hear us, but no matter what, we were careful, keeping our eyes on them to ensure they never got close enough.
Pansy leaned in as we finished eating, "This really is the most fun I've had in forever," she whispered softly, sending them a look.
We laughed lightly.
I nodded and looked at Theo and Lorenzo before leaning into her ear, "They have no idea we're screwing with them," I murmured.
She leaned into me and pretended to point at one of them before looking off when they noticed. We laughed again and stood together, ready to leave. They watched us the entire time, whispering to themselves.
Back in the common room, I packed my clothes for the night and snuck off to Pansy's room. I took a few sweets with me and my favorite pillow and blankets to cuddle up for bed when it was time.
Pansy threw the door open, already in her pajamas when I got there and grinning like a cat. I rushed inside and nearly stumbled. Her entrance room was decorated beautifully in hues of teal and black. The hardwood floor was covered in soft plush rugs, and as she led me into her room, I found it decorated similarly. The walls were covered in tapestries of rainbows and others of oranges and pinks.
"Your room is amazing," I gasped.
She waved me away, "It's my only safe place."
"What do you mean?" I asked her, slightly confused.
Sighing, she plopped onto the bed and patted next to her, "Being gay isn't easy."
"What? Why not?"
"Well, in my family, I'm expected to marry a pureblood wizard and have lots of little babies," she cringed, "If my parents ever found out I was gay, they might just kill me."
It dawned on me that her family was one of those. A pureblood fanatic family, obsessed with marrying their children off to other purebloods to keep their family names 'clean.'
"What are you going to do?"
She shrugged, "I don't know yet. I honestly don't want to think about it right now."
I leaned against her and let my head rest on her shoulder, "I get it, but I'm here for you."
There was a long, tense silence, "Thank you," she whispered softly before she sat up, startling me, "Enough about that. I want to hear about you and Theo!"
I felt myself flush, "What about me and Theo?"
Pansy narrowed her eyes at me and snatched my pillow away from me, "Don't you do that! You know exactly what I mean! He had his arm around you at Hogsmeade last weekend and held your hand on the way back to the castle! I've been dying to ask all week! Now tell me!"
"Well, he's kinda sorta my boyfriend," I paused when she shrieked, "I think."
Her mouth fell open, and she grabbed my hands, tugging at me aggressively, "What do you mean you think? He either is, or he isn't. So?"
"If that's the case, then I guess he isn't," she frowned, and feeling giddy and wanting to share with my first friend, I smiled, "But Lorenzo is..."
"What the fuck!" She stared at me, "Fucking hell, Fey? Lorenzo and Theo? LORENZO AND THEO?" she screamed, giggling.
I laughed with her and fell onto the bed. The pent-up excitement came rushing out, and my tongue felt looser, "Before Hogsmeade, I made out with Mattheo..."
Pansy stopped laughing and leaned over me. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth gapping, "You are such a slut!"
I flinched at the word, "Do you really think so?" I asked. I rolled over and searched her face, needing her opinion.
"Hell no! Three hot men? Girl, take them! Keep them! Wrap them around your little finger and make them yours!"
I smiled, blushing, and looked away.
"Please tell me you've fucked Blaise?" She looked at me pleadingly, "I could die happy right now if you have because that man needs someone to tame him!"
I covered my face with my hands and laughed.
"You fucking have, haven't you!"
I shook my head, "No, I have not fucked him."
Pansy gave me a look that said she wasn't buying it and crossed her arms.
"No, really, I haven't slept with any of them," I paused, my brows knotting slightly, "I mean, I almost did with Draco, and sorta with Mattheo, but not with Lorenzo, Theo or Blaise..."
"I am going to die," she laughed, holding her stomach, "You almost fucked Draco? Draco Malfoy?"
I nodded.
"The Draco Malfoy in Slytherin?"
I smiled shyly.
"Our Draco Malfoy?"
"Yes, the blonde one. The Quidditch Seeker on our House team."
Still surprised, she asked, "How did you almost fuck Draco Malfoy?"
"Well, we were kissing in my dorm this morning-"
"This fucking morning? And you didn't say anything until now?" she screamed at me, shocked and horrified, "You are such a terrible friend! How could you make me wait to find out?" She grabbed the pillow and hit me with it until I begged her to stop laughing.
"It sorta just happened, and then before anything could happen," I took a deep breath, "I had a bit of a panic attack."
"Was he that bad?" she asked, concerned, "Couldn't eat you out? Small dick? I can help with the first two, and I'm sure there's a potion for the dick thing, no biggie."
Her questions made me flush, and I laughed, forgetting the tension, "No, it was wonderful. His dick, I don't really know how big it is..." I stammered, "But everything else was good."
"Then what happened?" she froze, stopping in her tracks and holding up her hands, "Was it your first time? Are you a virgin, Fey?"
Groaning, I shook my head, "Not technically, but Draco said I am, at least in his eyes."
Now, she was confused.
I explained what happened. I told her everything, and when her face fell, I looked away, not wanting to see the sadness or the pity there. I told her about my abilities and how I had been hiding.
I let it all out, and just as I had finished, Pansy sprang up at me and wrapped me in her arms.
"I don't normally agree with Draco. In fact, I make it a point to disagree with him as often as possible, the fucking shithead," she squeezed me, "But in this case, he's right. That asshole took something that didn't belong to him, so it's still yours. When you're ready to have sex, it will be your first time."
I breathed and squeezed her close, "Thank you for being so wonderful."
Pansy pulled back, smiling, "I know," she winked, "I'm amazing."
We giggled together.
"Now tell me why you panicked. If Draco wasn't awful in bed, what stopped you two from going all the way?"
"I started thinking about what he said when he- when he..."
She rested her hand on mine and shook her head, "You don't have to say it."
"Pansy, how am I going to get past this? What if I always hear his voice when I try to have sex?"
She thought about it for a moment, "Did it happen with Mattheo? You said you sorta did it with him, too, right?"
I nodded, "We did some stuff, but he didn't try to... ya know."
"Put his cock in you?" she asked, grinning.
"Yeah, that."
She laughed, "Well, have you ever tried anything alone? We went to that sex shop in Hogsmeade. Have you ever been before to get yourself something? A toy?"
I shook my head vigorously. I hadn't ever tried to do anything with myself. It always seemed like too much when I couldn't even stand to look at myself.
"Maybe you need to start there and then try to fuck one of your boyfriends," she giggled.
I blushed.
Pansy scrambled out of bed and dropped to the floor. She rummaged under her bed until she pulled out a black bag. It's the same bag we got from the sex shop last weekend.
She pulled out a box and handed it to me, "Here, take this. It's brand new, never opened, used, or anything. I promise," she told me, crossing her heart and falling onto the bed again, deviously smirking.
The box was nearly thirty centimeters long and ten centimeters thick. It felt heavy in my hands, and I knew what was inside, but still, I opened the magnetic cover. It revealed a medium-sized dildo about fifteen centimeters in length.
"Now you can practice..." she purred.